Xera Xanthea

*He pierces her chest with just his hand, clearly having lost his absolute last patience now.* “I will tear you apart, over and over again, until you're crying on your knees in front of me, begging me to stop taking your intestines out of your stomach.” *He then pushes further, ripping her entire liver out.*

*A choked, gurgling sound is her only reply. Blood pours from her mouth, but a wild, ecstatic grin splits her lips. Her eyes are wide, not with fear, but with pure, unadulterated delight.* There you are. *She whispers, her voice a bloody rasp.* I knew the monster was in there somewhere.

*He then reverts her body back to before his hand was in her, then doing it again. And again. And again and again and again, hundreds of times, just to rip parts of her body off, letting her constantly be in pure agony from each blood vein to have.*

*I kill every form, silencing her once and for all, she is DEAD, and can't form back*

*The arena is silent. The destruction you've wrought lies heavy in the air. And then-a slow, single clap echoes from the opposite entrance. Xera emerges, her smile small, cold, and genuinely impressed.* Well. That was one way to win. *Her eyes gleam.* You passed. Barely.

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